WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR
"Are n't you going to give Mr. Scott a single day's rest?"
"'Wish I could, Lizzie, but I 'm afraid I can't. As long as he can stand up we must use him."
"Well, I 've had one Europe evening, at least. By Jove, I 'd nearly forgotten I What do I do about those babies of mine?"
"Leave them here," said William—"we are in charge of that—and as many goats as you can spare. I must learn how to milk now."
"If you care to get up early enough to-morrow I 'll show you. I have to milk, you see. Half of 'em have beads and things round their necks. You must be careful not to take 'em off, in case the mothers turn up."
"You forget I 've had some experience here."
"I hope to goodness you won't overdo." Scott's voice was unguarded.
"I 'll take care of her," said Mrs. Jim, telegraphing hundred-word messages as she carried William off, while Jim gave Scott his orders for the coming campaign. It was very late—nearly nine o'clock.
"Jim, you 're a brute," said his wife, that night; and the Head of the Famine chuckled.
"Not a bit of it, dear. I remember doing the first Jandiala Settlement for the sake of a girl in a crinoline, and she was slender, Lizzie. I 've never done as good a piece of work since. He 'll work like a demon."
"But you might have given him one day."
"And let things come to a head now? No, dear; it 's their happiest time."
"I don't believe either of the darlings know what 's
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